The school bell rang, signaling the end of another draining day. Holly Grant, a bubbly 16-year-old with a knack for getting into trouble, bolted out of her last class. She had her dad's youthful charm and her mother's blue eyes, but today, she felt more like a deflated balloon than the social butterfly she usually was. Her thoughts swirled around the latest drama with her friends and the mountain of homework that awaited her at home. She looked forward to the comfort of her bedroom, her sanctuary where she could blast music and scroll through social media to her heart's content.
As she trudged home, her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had skipped lunch. The aroma of something delicious wafted through the air as she opened the door to their quaint suburban house. "Dad?" she called out, her voice echoing through the empty hallway. "I'm home!"
Marcus, her father, emerged from the kitchen, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Hey, kiddo," he said, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. "How was school?"
Holly's shoulders slumped. "It was alright, I guess. Just tired."
Marcus's smile grew wider, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, I have something that might perk you up," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Holly's curiosity piqued, she followed him into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, and her eyes widened when she saw a bottle filled with a thick, white substance sitting on the counter. "What's that?" she asked, her voice filled with both suspicion and excitement.
Marcus chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a knowing look. "It's a special kind of milk, just for you," he said, holding the bottle up. "It's daddy's milk, and it's got all the good stuff you need to feel better."
Holly's cheeks flushed with curiosity. "Daddy's milk?" she echoed, her mind racing with questions she didn't dare to ask. She had heard of people doing weird things online, but milk from her father? That was a new one. She eyed the bottle warily, watching as it glistened under the kitchen lights. It was thick and creamy, looking nothing like the milk she poured over her cereal every morning.
"Does it taste good?" she ventured, trying to keep her voice casual despite the swirl of emotions in her stomach.
Marcus nodded, his grin unwavering. "It's the best stuff out there. You'll see." He unscrewed the cap and handed it to her. The smell was faintly sweet, with an undertone that made her nose wrinkle. She took a tentative sip, the thick liquid coating her tongue and mouth. It was nothing like the milk she was used to, but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was surprisingly good, a warm, comforting sensation spreading through her.
As she drank, her mind drifted back to the time she had caught her mother doing something weird with Daddy in their bedroom. She remembered her mom on her knees, her face buried in Daddy's crotch, a similar white fluid dripping down her chin. At the time, she had been too young to understand what she was seeing, but now, as the taste of the "milk" lingered on her tongue, she realized it must have been the same thing. The thought sent a strange tingle through her body, one she couldn't quite place but it made her feel warm and safe.
Marcus watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to drink. His hand hovered over hers, guiding the bottle to her lips when she slowed down. Holly felt a new kind of closeness with him, a bond she hadn't experienced before. With each gulp, she felt her weariness evaporate, replaced by a buzzing energy that made her hyperactive. She giggled, setting the bottle down with a thump when it was empty.
"Can I have more?" she asked, her voice lilting with a hint of excitement she couldn't quite hide. Marcus's smile grew broader, his chest puffing up with pride.
"You liked it, huh?" he said, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants. "But next time, you're going to have to take it straight from the source."
Holly's eyes widened, a mix of shock and intrigue flashing through them. "What do you mean, Daddy?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus stepped closer, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "It's like this, Holly," he began, his voice a soothing balm. "You know how mammals feed their young, right?"
Holly nodded, her eyes wide and innocent. "Yeah, like cows with their calves?"
Marcus chuckled, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek. "Exactly, baby," he said, his thumb brushing against her plump lower lip. "But instead of a cow, it's your daddy, and instead of a calf, it's you."
Holly's curiosity piqued, she tilted her head to the side, eyeing him with a blend of confusion and anticipation. "But, Daddy, how do I...?"
Marcus took her hand, leading her to the couch. "It's simple, sweetheart," he said, his voice soothing. "You just have to get comfortable, that's all." He sat down and patted the cushion beside him. "Why don't you take your clothes off for me?"
Holly blinked, her brain fuzzy from the aftermath of the strange milk. She didn't understand why she had to be naked to drink more, but she didn't question it. With a shrug, she began to strip, her movements clumsy with excitement. Her school uniform fell to the floor, revealing her chubby body in all its glory. She felt a bit self-conscious under her dad's gaze, but his eyes were filled with something that made her feel beautiful.
Marcus watched her with growing hunger, his cock thickening with every piece of clothing that fell away. When she was finally naked, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're growing up so fast."
Holly felt a strange mix of pride and fear at his words. She had always felt a bit self-conscious about her curvy body, but the way her dad was looking at her made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. She stepped closer to him, her bare feet cold against the tiles.
Marcus took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He had never felt this way about his daughter before, but something about the way she looked at him with those wide, trusting eyes made his cock throb. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't resist the urge to give her what she needed. He stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular frame and the massive erection that pointed straight at her.
Holly's eyes widened even further when she saw her dad's cock. It was so much bigger than what she had seen in her secret stash of magazines. She had always wondered what it was that Mommy was sucking on, and now she knew. It was Daddy's milk-maker, and it was right in front of her. She licked her lips, unsure of what to do next.
Marcus took her hand and guided it to his erection. "Go on," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "See if you can make more milk come out."
Holly's heart raced as she tentatively wrapped her small hand around his cock. It was warm and firm, and she felt it pulse in her grip. She had never touched a penis before, but something about this felt right. She looked up at her dad, his face a mask of pleasure as she began to stroke him gently.
"Is this what makes Daddy's milk?" she asked curiously, her voice a mix of innocence and intrigue.
Marcus nodded, his eyes dark with arousal. "Yes, baby," he murmured, his hand guiding her strokes. "Keep going, just like that."
Holly felt a strange sense of power as she touched her dad's cock. It was like she had discovered a secret treasure, something that only she knew how to unlock. She watched in fascination as it grew even bigger in her hand, the tip leaking a clear, sticky fluid.
"Keep going," Marcus urged, his voice strained. "You're doing great."
Encouraged, Holly continued to stroke her dad's cock, her touch growing bolder with each passing second. She felt a thrill rush through her as she watched him squirm under her ministrations, his hand gripping the couch cushion tightly. Marcus's eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze making her feel like she could do no wrong.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're going to make Daddy's milk come out for you."
Holly's eyes lit up at the prospect. She had always been curious about the things she saw in those magazines she wasn't supposed to read. The idea of making her dad's "milk" come out was thrilling, like a forbidden adventure she hadn't realized she'd been yearning for. "Can I suck on it?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Marcus's eyes widened for a moment before his expression softened into one of gentle encouragement. "If that's what you want, baby," he said, his hand moving to the back of her head. He guided her closer, his cock bobbing with every beat of his heart. Holly took a deep breath, feeling the heat radiating from his body, and leaned in.
Her tongue flicked out, touching the tip of his cock lightly. The taste was salty and faintly sweet, like the milk she had just consumed but with an added zing that made her toes curl. She liked it, liked it a lot more than she thought she would. Without any hesitation, she wrapped her lips around the head and began to suck, her cheeks hollowing as she applied gentle pressure. Marcus's hand tightened in her hair, a soft groan escaping his lips.
The feeling of his cock in her mouth was strange but thrilling. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she found herself eager to explore more. She bobbed her head, taking a little more of him in with each movement, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. The salty taste grew stronger, and she felt a drop of precum leak onto her tongue. It was warm and slippery, and she swallowed it down, her eyes never leaving her dad's face.
Marcus's eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Holly's soft, inexperienced mouth worked its magic on him. He felt his cock swell even more in her mouth, his balls tightening in anticipation. He had never felt anything so heavenly, so wrong, yet so right. When she pulled back and spoke, her voice was filled with innocent curiosity. "Is this the white liquid you gave mommy that time I walked into your room?"
Marcus swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, baby," he said, his voice strained. "Mommy loves it when I give her my milk."
Holly nodded, a hint of understanding dawning in her eyes. "So, it's like a family thing?" she asked, her voice hopeful.
Marcus nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's something special we can share," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But only if you want to."
Without another word, Holly leaned back in and took her dad's cock into her mouth again. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed the sensation, the way it filled her mouth and made her feel so... naughty. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. Marcus's groans grew louder, his hand tightening in her hair. He had never felt so alive, so connected to someone. His cock was swollen and pulsing with every beat of his heart.
"Take it all, baby," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Take Daddy's cock down your throat."
Holly looked up at him, her eyes watering but filled with a mix of excitement and determination. She had never done anything like this before, but she wanted to make him happy, to make him feel good. She nodded, and with a gentle push from Marcus, she opened her mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide deeper into her throat. It was a strange, slightly uncomfortable feeling, but she focused on the moan of pleasure that escaped her father's lips, the way his eyes rolled back in his head.
He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first, watching her face for any signs of distress. But as she took his cock deeper, her throat tightening around him, he couldn't hold back. He began to fuck her mouth, pushing into her throat with more force, his hand still tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. She gagged once, her eyes tearing up, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath through her nose and relaxed her throat, letting him fill her completely.
It was as if her body knew exactly what to do, as if it had been waiting for this moment all along. Her hands rested on his thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she tried to anchor herself to reality. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was like nothing she had ever experienced, a heady mix of fear and excitement that sent her senses reeling. She could feel the tension building in him, his muscles tightening as he approached climax.
Marcus's eyes never left hers, his gaze a mix of love and lust. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure. "Take it all for Daddy."
Encouraged by his words, Holly tried to take him even deeper, her throat stretching around his thick shaft. Marcus felt the beginnings of his orgasm building, his hips moving faster. He watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never felt this alive, this connected to someone. It was like watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon, discovering the beauty of the world for the first time.
Her eyes watered and her nose began to run, but she didn't stop. She was determined to make him feel good, to show him that she could be the daughter he needed. Marcus's thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing ragged. "You're doing so good, baby," he panted, his eyes never leaving hers. "Keep going, just a little more."
Holly nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of love and determination. She could feel the moment approaching, the tension in her dad's body telling her that he was close. And then it happened. With a roar, Marcus's cock erupted in her mouth, hot streams of cum filling her throat. She swallowed reflexively, the taste overwhelming and unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was thick and salty, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she took it all in, her cheeks bulging with his seed.
He pumped into her, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her willing mouth. Holly felt a strange power, a sense of control she had never known before. Her father, this strong, commanding man, was at her mercy, and she reveled in it. She swallowed greedily, eager to please him, her eyes never leaving his. The warmth of his cum filled her, and she realized with a start that she liked it, liked the feeling of being filled with his essence.
When he finally stilled, panting heavily, she pulled away, her eyes watering from the effort but her expression one of pure elation. She looked up at him, a proud smile playing on her lips. "Did I do good, Daddy?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled from the mouthful she hadn't swallowed yet.
Marcus's eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his chest heaving as he looked down at his daughter. "You did amazing, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love. He had never expected her to take him so eagerly, to swallow all of his cum without hesitation. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, a sense of pride that was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
After a moment of heavy silence, Marcus's gaze grew hungry again. "Do you want to try taking Daddy's cock in a different way?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of desire. Holly's eyes widened with curiosity, and she nodded eagerly.
Marcus instructed her to lay on her stomach on the couch, her cheek pressed into the cool leather. The couch dipped under his weight as he climbed on, his cock still thick and hard from her attentions. Holly felt a thrill of excitement run through her body as she felt him position himself behind her. She had no idea what was coming next, but she trusted her dad.
He guided his tip to her anus, prodding gently. Holly tensed, unsure of what to expect. "Relax, baby," he cooed, his hands rubbing circles on her lower back. "It's just like the milk, but this time it's going to fill you up from the inside."
Her body obeyed his soothing words, and she felt his cockhead push into her tight hole. It stung at first, but the discomfort was quickly replaced by a strange, full sensation that had her gasping for air. Marcus's cock was slick with her saliva, and it slid in with surprising ease. He took his time, his movements slow and measured, giving her body time to adjust to the new sensation. With every inch he pushed in, she felt her insides stretch around him, her muscles protesting before giving way to the thick intrusion.
Holly's eyes squeezed shut as he filled her up, her face buried in the couch cushion. The leather was cool against her cheek, a stark contrast to the heat building in her body. She could feel him all the way to her stomach, his cock sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm that had her hips moving in response. It was nothing like the gentle stroking she had given him with her mouth; this was raw and primal, a dance of pleasure and fullness that she had never imagined sharing with her father.
Marcus was in awe of her tightness, her willingness to accept him without question. He had feared that this moment would be awkward, filled with regret, but instead, it was pure bliss. He watched her body react to him, her plump buttocks jiggling with each thrust, her soft moans music to his ears. He couldn't believe that he was fucking his own daughter, but the thought only made him harder, made him want her more.
He gently started thrusting, each movement slow and deliberate, pushing deeper into her with every stroke. Holly's whimpers grew louder, the fullness mixing with a strange, burning pleasure that she hadn't anticipated. Her mind raced with the realization of what was happening, but she didn't protest. Instead, she found herself pushing back against him, her body begging for more despite the discomfort.
"Does it feel good, baby?" Marcus asked, his voice strained with his own need. "Does Daddy's cock feel good in your tight little ass?"
Holly nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the fullness of her father's cock inside her. "Yes," she gasped out. "It feels... different, but good."
Marcus's smile grew even wider as he leaned over her, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "Keep breathing, baby," he murmured, his voice soothing. "You're doing so well."
Holly nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt him begin to move inside her again. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fullness and pleasure that she had never experienced before. "Daddy," she whimpered, her voice tight with emotion. "I feel so... full."
Marcus's hand moved to her hip, his grip firm as he began to thrust in earnest. "That's right, baby," he murmured, his voice low and hungry. "You're going to take every inch of me."
Holly's eyes watered with each deep thrust, her body stretching around him like warm, yielding putty. The feeling of being so utterly filled was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if she had been born for this, to take her daddy's cock deep inside her. The slight pain disappeared, overshadowed by the intense pleasure that bloomed with every movement. She felt so full, so stuffed, that it was almost too much to bear. But she didn't want it to stop. She had never felt so alive, so wanted.
Marcus leaned over her, his hand coming to rest on her plump, round ass. He squeezed it, his grip firm as he drove into her. "Daddy really loves your ass, babygirl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she pushed back into him, eager for more.
His thrusts grew faster, his hips slapping against her cheeks with a wet sound that filled the room. He watched the head of his cock disappear into her tight hole, the sight making him groan with pleasure. He had never seen anything so erotic, so beautiful. His hand moved to her hip, guiding her movements, making sure she took every inch of him.
Marcus leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he picked up the pace. He could feel her tightening around him, her body fighting the intrusion before giving in to the pleasure. With each thrust, he rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb, the soft, delicate skin responding to his touch. Holly's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his, pushing back to meet him.
"Who's Daddy's babygirl?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Holly looked back at her daddy, her eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and confusion. The feeling of his cock in her ass was intense, but the tenderness in his voice was what really got to her. With a whimper, she managed a happy reply, "I am, Daddy."
Marcus's eyes lit up with excitement, and his thrusts grew faster. He leaned over her, his hand moving to her plump butt, and with a gentle but firm smack, he began to spank her. The sound echoed through the room, a rhythmic punctuation to their illicit coupling. Holly's eyes widened, and she let out a squeal of surprise, but the sting soon turned into a warm, pulsing sensation that made her pussy throb.
With each slap, Marcus's cock seemed to grow larger inside her, the pain melding with the pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. She felt his hand come down again and again, the impact sending jolts of sensation through her body. She had never felt so alive, so exposed and vulnerable, yet safe in the arms of her father. She pushed back against him, eager for more, her body begging for the release she knew was coming.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their skin slapping together. "Don't stop."
Marcus's hand paused mid-air, his eyes meeting hers, surprised yet filled with a fiery passion. "You like it, don't you?"
Holly nodded vigorously, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Daddy. It feels so good."
Marcus's grin grew wicked as he began to pound into her with a ferocity that was both shocking and exhilarating. His cock was like a piston, driving into her tight ass with an intensity that had her toes curling and her eyes watering. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, the pain now a distant memory as she reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by her father.
Her pussy grew wetter with every slap of his hips against her ass, her clit throbbing with every smack of his hand. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by a single act. Holly's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her submission. Marcus's eyes never left hers, the love and lust in them a heady mix that had her heart racing.
As he fucked her, he whispered dirty words into her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're Daddy's little cum dumb," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You love having my cock in your ass, don't you?"
Holly nodded, her voice muffled by the cushion. She had never felt so naughty, so alive. She didn't know where these feelings were coming from, but she couldn't deny them. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. She felt her orgasm building, a tight coil in her belly that grew with every thrust. "Yes," she moaned. "I love it, Daddy."
Marcus's hand moved faster on her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud with expert precision. He could feel her tighten around him, her body begging for release. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. "You're going to come for Daddy, aren't you, baby?"
Holly nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpered. "Please, I need to come."
Her words spurred Marcus on, his hips moving faster and faster. He felt his own orgasm approaching, the pressure building in his balls. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice a desperate plea. "Come on Daddy's cock."
Holly's body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around his thumb as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed into the couch cushion, her eyes rolling back in her head as she was consumed by the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. Her ass tightened around his cock, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her.
Marcus watched her with a mix of pride and hunger, his cock swelling even more inside her. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. "Are you ready for Daddy's milk, baby?" he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Holly nodded, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yes," she whispered, her voice breathless. "I want it all."
Marcus's grip on her hips tightened as he began to pound into her with renewed vigor. He could feel his climax building, his cock swelling even more inside her tight little hole. "You're going to get every drop," he promised, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Holly moaned, pushing back into him. "I want all of your milk."
Marcus's eyes gleamed with excitement at her words, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her tight ass with a wet, slapping sound. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Ask Daddy nicely, and you'll get everything you want."
"Please, Daddy," Holly begged, her voice a breathless whine. "I need it. Fill me up with your milk."
Marcus's eyes darkened with desire as he heard his daughter's plea. He had never been so turned on in his life, the thought of filling her with his cum making him feel like the most powerful man in the world. He leaned over her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight ass with ease now, her body slick with sweat and lube. "You want Daddy's milk, baby?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Holly nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the pressure building inside her. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "I want it all."
Marcus couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar of pure, animalistic lust, he released his seed deep into her bowels. Holly felt the warmth of his cum fill her, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was as if she had been reborn in a pool of pure, white light. Her body trembled with the force of his release, his cock pulsing inside her with each spurt of semen.
The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had her body writhing beneath him. Each thrust brought with it a fresh wave of his seed, filling her to the brim until she thought she would burst. Yet she never begged him to stop. Instead, she pushed back into him, taking every inch, her body craving the feeling of being filled by her daddy's love.
Marcus watched in amazement as his cum leaked out around his cock, staining the couch cushion beneath her. The sight was obscene and beautiful, a testament to their newfound bond. He continued to pump into her, his cock swelling with each pulse of his release. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another human being. The thought of filling her with his essence, claiming her in the most primal way possible, was intoxicating.
Holly's body was wracked with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her muscles spasming around his cock. She could feel his warmth filling her, the sensation so intense that it bordered on pain. Yet she didn't want him to stop. She felt alive, like she had found a part of herself that she had never known existed. The taboo nature of their act only added to the allure, making her feel like she was a part of something so much bigger than herself.
Marcus pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from her with a wet pop. Holly whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body still pulsing with need. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes pleading. "Don't stop, Daddy," she begged, her voice hoarse from her screams. "I want more."
With a wicked smile, Marcus nodded. He knew she was ready for the next step. "Turn over, baby," he instructed, his voice gentle yet firm. "Let Daddy love you even more."
Holly did as she was told, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt his weight shift on the couch as he positioned himself between her legs. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as she felt his cock, still wet with her ass juices, nudge against her swollen pussy. He pushed into her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The sensation was foreign yet familiar, a heady mix that had her hips lifting to meet him.
Her pussy was tight, clenching around him as he sank deeper. He groaned at the feel of her, so wet and eager, and she gasped as he filled her completely. The stretch was incredible, the pressure almost too much, but she didn't want him to stop. Marcus's cock slid in and out of her with ease now, the slickness of her pussy making it impossible to resist the urge to move faster.
He grabbed her legs, folding them back over her head, his hands gripping her ankles as he pushed her thighs closer to her chest. The new angle was intense, his cock hitting places inside her that she didn't know existed. Holly felt her body open up to him, a bloom of pleasure that made her dizzy. The sight of her father's cock disappearing into her, the way her pussy swallowed him whole, was almost too much to handle. Yet she found herself pushing into him, her hands reaching up to grab the couch cushions for support.
Marcus took advantage of her openness, his hips moving with a fierce, unbridled passion. His cock was a piston, driving into her with a ferocity that had her toes curling and her eyes rolling back in her head. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, making her body spasm around him. She had never felt so alive, so filled with a need that only he could satisfy.
He leaned down, his chest pressing against hers, his eyes boring into hers. "You're doing so good, baby," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. "Keep taking it, keep taking all of Daddy's cock."
Marcus's hands moved to her hips, his grip firm as he adjusted her position. With surprising strength, he lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, pushing her into a breeding press position. Holly's eyes went wide with shock and excitement, her pussy stretching even more around his thick shaft. The angle was intense, allowing him to go even deeper than before.
He pushed into her with a groan, his cock sliding effortlessly into her soaking wet pussy. The new position had her completely open, vulnerable, and at his mercy. Marcus's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he watched his cock disappear into her, the head of his shaft peeking out with every stroke. He felt her muscles clench around him, her body desperately trying to hold onto him, and he knew she was close to another orgasm.
"Do you want to know what happens when Daddy's milk is inside your womb, babygirl?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
Holly's curiosity piqued, she nodded, unsure of what to expect. Marcus leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "It makes you feel complete," he murmured, his cock still buried deep inside her. "It makes you Daddy's little baby, forever and always."
He began to thrust into her with renewed vigor, his eyes locked onto hers. "Do you want to feel it, baby?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "Do you want to feel Daddy's milk filling you up, making you grow his baby?"
Holly's eyes widened at the thought, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her body responding to his words with a fresh surge of arousal. She had never considered the possibility of being pregnant with her father's child, but the idea of carrying a piece of him inside her was intoxicating.
Marcus took her nod as consent and began to pound into her with a newfound intensity. His cock slammed into her with a force that had her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. The pleasure was almost unbearable, the feeling of his cum coating her insides making her want more. She felt his cock swell even larger, the veins standing out against her soft, pale skin as he pushed into her.
"You're going to get Daddy's milk," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to be Daddy's little breeding slut."
Holly felt a thrill of excitement at his words, her body responding in ways she didn't understand. She nodded, her pussy clenching around his cock, urging him deeper. Marcus groaned, his strokes becoming more erratic as he felt his climax approaching.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take all of Daddy's milk."
With that, he pushed into her with a ferocity that stole her breath away. Holly felt her walls stretch to accommodate him, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming her. It was as if her body had been made for this moment, for this man. Marcus's eyes were wild with desire, his teeth gritted as he held back his climax.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Tell Daddy you want his milk in your womb."
Holly's heart raced as she looked up at him, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I-I want it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want Daddy's milk to fill me up."
Marcus's eyes gleamed with triumph, his grip on her hips tightening. "How much?" he demanded, his voice low and gruff. "How much do you want it?"
Holly's cheeks flushed with arousal, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. "I want it all, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice shaking with need. "I want your milk to fill me up completely."
Marcus's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his body tense with the effort of holding back his climax. "You're going to be such a good little breeding slut."
With a final, powerful thrust, he released his seed into her, his cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm. Holly felt his cum fill her, the warmth spreading through her belly like molten lava. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. Marcus's chant grew louder as he continued to pump into her, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm. "Take it, baby," he groaned. "Take all of Daddy's milk."
Her pussy clenched around him, her body responding to his command. The idea of being pregnant with her father's child was both terrifying and thrilling. She had never felt so deeply connected to anyone before, not even her mother. Marcus's eyes were wild with lust, his face a mask of pure, unbridled passion as he watched his cum fill her up.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice tight with the effort of speaking through the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. "Make me pregnant."
Marcus's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first spurt of his cum fill her womb. He had never felt so powerful, so alive. With each thrust, he could feel his seed spilling into her, marking her as his own. He watched as her pussy clenched around him, her body fighting to keep every drop of his essence inside her. It was a sight that would be forever burned into his memory, a symbol of their taboo love.
He began to chant, his voice a mix of passion and desperation. "Get pregnant, baby," he grunted, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm. "Take Daddy's milk. Make me a daddy again."
The words sent a shiver down Holly's spine, her body responding to the raw, primal need in his voice. She had never felt so wanted, so needed. Marcus's cock was like a weapon, pummeling into her with a force that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She could feel his warmth spreading through her, filling her up in a way that was more than just physical. It was as if he was planting a part of himself inside her, claiming her in the most ancient of ways.
He continued to thrust into her, his eyes never leaving hers as he chanted. "Get pregnant, baby," he grunted, his voice filled with a mix of lust and love. "Take all of Daddy's milk."
Holly felt the warmth of his cum fill her completely, the sensation of his seed coating her insides making her feel alive in a way she had never experienced before. His cock was a relentless force, pumping into her with a primal rhythm that seemed to echo through the very core of her being. She could feel the power of his seed, the promise of new life growing within her.
Marcus's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of fierce possessiveness and tender love. His hips moved with a reckless abandon, his cock sliding in and out of her with a ferocity that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. With every thrust, he whispered, "Get pregnant for Daddy," the words becoming a mantra that resonated in her soul.
Her pussy was a tight, wet glove around him, her walls milking his cock as if her body were begging for his seed. Holly could feel the warmth of his cum filling her up, the sensation of his fertility claiming her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never felt so alive, so connected to another person.
Marcus's eyes rolled back in his head as he chanted, "Get pregnant, baby. Take all of Daddy's milk." His hips moved with a primal instinct, his cock plunging into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Holly's body responded, her pussy contracting around him, eager to keep every drop of his cum inside her.
With each thrust, she could feel his warmth spreading, filling her up. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment, craving the feeling of being so completely claimed by her father. Marcus's chant grew louder, his voice a hoarse growl that seemed to resonate through the room. "Make me a daddy," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers.
The sound of their flesh slapping together was a testament to their shared passion, a rhythm that seemed to echo through the very fabric of their being. Holly's eyes widened with each plunge of his cock, her body responding to the primal need in his voice. She could feel the pressure building, the warmth of his cum pooling inside her.
Marcus's strokes grew more erratic, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and determination. "Get pregnant, baby," he grunted, his voice a feral growl that seemed to resonate through her very soul. "Take all of Daddy's milk."
Holly felt her body responding to his command, her pussy clenching around him as if to hold onto every drop of his seed. She had never felt so alive, so completely consumed by another person's desire. The thought of carrying his child was both thrilling and terrifying, a secret that would bind them together forever in a way that nothing else could.
Marcus continued to thrust into her, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched with a mix of fascination and pride as her body took all of him, as if it had been made for this very purpose. His cock was a fountain of life, pumping gallons of fertile sperm into her womb, each spurt sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slap of his hips against her ass and the low moans that escaped her lips.
Holly's body was a canvas of sensation, each stroke of his cock a brushstroke of pleasure that painted her in a mix of desire and need. She could feel the warmth of his cum spreading through her, filling her up until she thought she would burst. Yet she didn't want him to stop. The feeling of being so completely filled by her father was addictive, a high she never wanted to come down from.
Marcus's hips moved with a relentless rhythm, his cock plunging into her again and again. His eyes were wild with passion, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched her stomach swell with every thrust. He knew she was taking all of him, that her body was a vessel for his seed. The thought was intoxicating, making him feel like a god.
Holly's eyes widened with each powerful thrust, her body stretching to accommodate his massive cock. She felt the warmth of his cum filling her up, the pressure building until she thought she would burst. Yet she never once asked him to stop. Instead, she pushed back into him, her body begging for more of his love.
Marcus's face was a mask of pure ecstasy as he watched his daughter's belly swell with his seed. His hips moved in a relentless rhythm, his cock pumping gallons of fertile sperm into her welcoming womb. The sight was like nothing he had ever seen before, a visual representation of their incestuous bond that was both terrifying and exhilarating.